This juice and eighty proof aids the wounds of my fallen dudes,
Fuck a booth, I follow suit and let my pen bleed the truth,
Connect the mic like neck-and-noose, Im steady with the heavy-deuce,
Leave your crew with deadened-looks and a couple lesser troops,
Im a raging beast with the speech on this rap shit,
foes I leave deceased when I creep with the mac clipped,
A fit witted wizard with a quicker trigger finger,
The Gunslinger lingers where your children eat their dinner,
So hide from the facts, and I might kick back,
Ya fitted cap will attract and react my auto black,
Laugh when you choke and gasp as your lungs collapse,
Your breathes elapsed when Im on my victory lap.

I penned this mess on a fistful of Percocet,
I invented these trends now pay your respects,
Like cement, I cant be bent, you cant prevent,
This descent of an Angel sent from hell,
I'm armed well, evil bred and will repel,
Now exhale while I propel to a next level,
See beyond the lack of glamour and glitz,
Ill twitch your wits like acid hits or capsules that flipped,
Do you not hear the shit that emits from my lips?
Do I fall on deaf ears like an athiests wish?
Cant you realise Im spittin the nicest shit since 96?
Or am I too grim to witness with intricate amounts of sick?

There are unwritten rites that you must bide by when you write,
Before you recite, take time and ensure that credit is given right,
For if for even one second, we find that your persona is BITE,
Then your last night will arrive sooner than you thought it might,